"The Black Prince has left the building."
My dad died this afternoon, very peacefully and he looked like he was pain free. I was there with my sister and brother both yesterday and today, in the nursing home. They crawled out of the woodwork to come and see him at last. It's been years since both were bothered about him.
Today, I had nipped out but had asked staff to see if they could get a vicar to come and say a few words before he went. She came to see him when I wasn't there. My sister asked her "Do we really need to do this? It's my sister who has asked you, I'm not religious." The vicar replied that seeing as I had asked, she would say a prayer and then did so. She then placed her hand on his head and told him to go to God. He took another breath, a tear ran down his cheek and he stopped breathing. It is very strange that he died as she placed her hand on him and released him to God. I got back just after but didn't beat myself up about not being there. I have told him many times how I feel about him and appreciate what he has done for me, so I didn't feel guilty and he was ready. He didn't look like himself though.
For the last two day all I have got is how we need to pull together, be there for each other, not make the same mistakes our parents made, not concentrating on a dying man, their own father. I don't want to pull together with them. I have asked for help from them both for years and got nothing.
I will now concentrate on sorting the funeral out. I don't feel sad, just relieved that it was quick and a lovely death (if there is such a thing) and he hasn't suffered for any length of time.
My mum actually ended up on the same ward last week and last Wednesday they were having tea together, reminiscing about their wedding (divorced 14 years now) and telling each other that they loved each other. When she left she kissed him and said goodbye. It was very moving to hear about. But, today my sister has been obsessed about telling my mum how he is and then going to hers to tell her he had died. It was sweet how they were last week, but they are divorced. It could maybe have waited until he had died, have a bit of breathing space and then gone and told her. The focus should have been on him today, not her or whether we "pull together". I feel a bit robbed of the time I should have had just being with him quietly. I took my cd player in and some classical music but my sister was playing Dire Straits next to his bed. She wanted it for the funeral. I have got annoyed though tonight at the comments made, totally inappropriate and unfounded, and definately not for the side of a dying man's bed. I just kept quiet at the time to keep the peace but I have said my peace now.
Plus they wanted to go to his flat and look what they could take. Argh! Where do they get off from taking from a man they haven't seen for years and didn't give two hoots for? When he was going to Christies, no sign of them. But that's normal for them, only on the take, both of them. Get the funeral over with and then I never want to see them again. But I do feel robbed of my day with my own very special loving dad.
Gilly It is fine to add on to this thread, we are going through similar things although I hope that your relatives are better behaved than mine. I do feel for you, it wasn't nice to sit there and see him deteriorate, but he didn't seem to be in any pain after I got them to administer the morphine he was written up for but hadn't been given
. I hope that you find some peace in the next few days and weeks and try to look after yourself. As it is for me, he is now with the funeral director and seeing as it is a Bank Holiday weekend, I can't actually do anything more until Tuesday, which, in a way, is a good thing. I can concentrate on making plans, resting and enjoying Easter with my son. Nothing else can be done now. You take care and PM me if you need to or just want to chat.
Everyone else, thank you for all your lovely messages. Apologies this is a long one but I had to vent too over their terrible behaviour. I appreciate your support. I expect it will hit me sometime but for now I am just in a daze, feeling it has happened to someone else. Thanks my friends. Xxx